After Gma Kate had lived with us with all those cats she brought, I just kind of was tired of cats for awhile. They fought with each other, were persnickety, divas, you name it. Then a little black kitten with a white tuft under its chin started sneaking in for food. Long story short, we named him “Charlie”. He’s been a wonderful cat that we say is half dog, because whenever we are outside, he finds us and follows us around the whole time. Lots of petting goes on to.
Cats were eating my cats food as soon as I went inside after putting food in the bowl, so I started putting a heavier metal bowl on top to take off periodically, so the food would last a little longer. By 9 am every day for a couple of weeks, the bowl was knocked off the top and all the food eaten. And I thought, “who is eating that much?”
One day, I heard the metal bowl hit the ground. I went out and saw a large cat down by the chicken coop. I thought that must be the hungry one so I call out, “here kitty, kitty, kitty.” The cat stops and turns around and looks at me and then continues on.
The next time I hear it the cat is only half way down to the coop, and I see one of our cats, flattened along the ground a couple of feet from the larger cat, just looking at it, giving it plenty of respect. I couldn’t believe the size of that cat and when I called, “here kitty, kitty, kitty”, it turned and looked at me and I saw that it was a bobcat. Yes, I was calling a bobcat in. It kind of reminded me of the glasses commercial when the lady calls for her kitty out the door and a raccoon runs in and she says, “come snuggle with mommy”. That would have been a mistake. Getting ahold of the bobcat…